"ROIDS" on the back. But nobody said anything to me at work. Generally I keep to myself and everyone else does the same. Except for one guy.
He saw my shirt. He said, "Hey. Is that like, a baseball shirt?"
"Uh, no," I said. "It's for my mime troupe. They have a show tonight, so I figured..." My sentence trailed off into oblivion.
"Oh," he said. "Right."
But anyway the show was that Thursday. Pretty enjoyable. A great opening and closing - and wow, what a fantastic set. Solid skits, too. All in all a fun time.
This was a little weird for me, though, since this was the last show in which I had any connection to members of the troupe. As of Thursday evening I've got nothing to do with picking the now-current mimes in The Baker's Dozen. I figured this'd make the show a little weird for me, but it actually wasn't as heartbreaking as I'd expected it to be. I've come to view Runway as less of a sad thing and more of a thing to be proud about. Rather than going, "Oh, that's so sad," different words linger in my mind; specifically, those of Thoreau: "Go confidently in the direction of your dreams! Live the life you've imagined." Though those words don't make Runway any less sad, they do add a certain pride to the proceedings.
One new thing about Runway that I liked involved the passing on of colors. We used to pass on our colors to other mimes by just telling the new recipient of the color that they were going to get a new one. Like: "Hey. I'm going to pass my color down to you." Not so with this troupe, though. Instead, they actually handed off new ribbons to the younger mimes as they did Runway. A very poignant move if you ask me.